Feeling the increasingly powerful tornado, Han Song's mood became more and more crazy, and he kept laughing wildly when he raised his head.

As the tornado grew bigger and bigger, the height gradually approached the barrier sealed on the top of the mountain, and at a position of about fifty meters in the air, there were bursts of translucent compartments that flickered, blocking the continuation of the tornado.

However, this seal, which usually trapped all the ghost cultivators, was like a candlelight swaying in the wind, and it could be extinguished at any time.

The tornado is like a raging beast, constantly rushing into its own cage.

And all of this was also expected by Han Song, he originally planned to use this trick to clean up all the other four ghost kings, and then break the seal in one fell swoop and escape.

As a result, now that the other four ghost kings have been solved by Wang Yue, then he only needs to break the seal directly, as for Wang Yue, there are no eggs under the nest?

The storm and the seal stalemate for a few minutes, and the surrounding yin qi that could be absorbed has been swept away by the storm, and the other imps are hiding far away one by one, for fear that they will also follow in the footsteps of those unlucky guys.

Seeing that the seal had not been broken yet, and that the tornado had no room to grow any longer, Han Song couldn't help but frown and cursed secretly: "Damn! Why is it not broken! ”

In Han Song's plan, this layer of seals on the top of his head should be easily broken by himself, but now this layer of seals is like a piece of kraft candy, looking like it may be pierced at any time, but there is still no flaw.

"Lao Li, look there, what's going on?"

On a guard tower in the Sky Wolf Base at the foot of the mountain, a sharp-eyed soldier on duty noticed the vision on the top of the mountain in the distance at a glance, and hurriedly called the veteran beside him.

After hearing the call, Lao Li quickly turned his head, and looked nervously in the direction of the comrade-in-arms next to him, and saw a burst of light and darkness on the top of the mountain shrouded in dense fog in the distance, and there was a faint rumbling sound, but it didn't look like the sound of thunder.

Seeing this scene, the nervous look on Lao Li's face suddenly stopped, he patted the shoulder of his comrade-in-arms next to him with a smile, and said comfortingly: "Xiao Zhou, you just came here not long ago, I don't know the situation, that mountain is very weird, this kind of strange phenomenon often happens, don't make a fuss." ”

After hearing Lao Li's words, Xiao Zhou nodded as if he didn't understand, he had heard you tell the story of that mountain before, and he had never seen it with his own eyes, and he thought that the veterans made up stories to deceive him, but he didn't expect this strange phenomenon to happen.

If this mountain is towering into the sky, it is not surprising that such a vision suddenly occurs, but the mountain in front of you can see the whole picture at a glance, and it is impossible for such a situation to happen under normal circumstances.

After another moment, seeing that the seal still showed no signs of breaking, Han Song's patience was finally exhausted.

Bowing his head and glaring at Wang Yue, Han Song gritted his teeth and scolded: "Little brute! It's all because of you, otherwise how could the old man use this trick in advance, since he can't break the seal for the time being, then send you on the road first! ”

As soon as the words fell, Han Song stretched out his withered right hand and pointed it like a knife, slashing at Wang Yue fiercely, and shouted at the same time in his mouth: "Kill!" ”

As Han Song's hand knife swung out, dozens of wind blades about half a meter long immediately shot out from the huge Yin Qi tornado, slashing towards Wang Yue unstoppably.

"Humph!"

After snorting coldly, Wang Yue picked up the Kunwu knife and waved his hand unceremoniously to return to the past.

Suddenly, a sword light several zhang wide and condensed like a substance gushed out from the Kunwu knife, facing the dozens of Yin Qi Wind Blades at a faster speed.

The sword and the wind blade collided together between the two, making a piercing grinding sound, even if it was more than ten meters away, the aftermath of the eruption blew the corners of Wang Yue's clothes into a hunting sound.

But in the blink of an eye, the two of them had already decided the victory and defeat when they fought again, Han Song's Yin Qi Wind Blade seemed to be unstoppable, but in front of Wang Yue's sword, it was so vulnerable that it was directly shattered by the sword.

After disintegrating Han Song's attack, the sword continued to slash towards Han Song, with the intention of directly killing Han Song.

Seeing this scene, the corners of Han Song's eyes couldn't help twitching, and he secretly scolded in his heart: "Is this kid a monster?" How can it be so powerful? ”

Although this move is not his strongest method, according to his estimate, it is enough to kill the grandmaster martial artist, how can he still be defeated in front of Wang Yue.

If it weren't for the fact that he could see through the bone age, Han Song would have wondered if Wang Yue was the reincarnation of an old monster, or if an old monster who had also lived for hundreds of years had cultivated some secret technique of rejuvenation.

Otherwise, how could a teenager who was less than twenty years old have such a powerful cultivation.

However, now is obviously not the time to think about these messy things, Wang Yue's knife is already close at hand, although Han Song doesn't think that Wang Yue's knife can kill him, but he also doesn't allow Wang Yue, a mortal, to hurt himself.

"Go!"

Han Song let out a low snort, his hands reached out again, and two huge palms formed by the condensation of yin qi appeared out of thin air, and when the sword was approaching, he grabbed it in his hand, and with the fierce force of Han Song's hands, he directly broke the sword in half.

"Hahaha......"

Han Song looked up to the sky and laughed, looked at Wang Yue with a smug face, and said, "You also want to hurt the old man with this ability?" It's just ......."

Before Han Song finished speaking, his face instantly became ugly, and the rest of the words were all stuck in his throat.

I saw that the sword that was broken by that big hand instantly turned into silver-white silk threads, and in the blink of an eye, the two yin qi big hands cut thousands of holes, silently turned into a thick yin qi and dispersed.

Just when Han Song was stunned, Wang Yue raised the Kunwu knife in his hand, pointed at Han Song and smiled contemptuously: "Okay, the opportunity has been given to you, since you don't have the ability to kill me, then you can die." ”

"What?!"

When Han Song heard this, he immediately reacted, and exclaimed angrily.

Han Song thought that he was now comparable to a god, how could he allow a mortal to be so presumptuous with himself.

However, when he looked intently, he found that the place where Wang Yue had stood before was already empty.

At that moment, a cold voice came from behind him.

"Immortals? You're too self-conscious. ”

Hearing this voice, Han Song's heart suddenly chuckled, this voice was too familiar to him, it was clearly Wang Yue's voice.

Before he had time to think about it, Han Song hurriedly turned around and saw Wang Yue standing behind him at the moment, and most importantly, Wang Yue was standing quietly in mid-air just like him.

"You...... How could you...... How did you do that?! You're just a mortal, how can you have such abilities?! ”

"Huh...... You don't need to know that. ”

Wang Yue didn't answer Han Song's question, but gently turned the Kunwu knife in his hand, and said with a hint of murderous intent in his eyes: "You just need to know that you can pick a way to die by yourself." ”

Hearing this, Han Song suddenly shouted: "Arrogance! ”

As soon as the words fell, Han Song raised his head to the sky and let out a long roar, the clothes on his body were instantly shattered, and the yin qi in his body began to flow backwards at the same time.

"You forced me! Give me death! ”

Han Song roared loudly, and his body flew upwards quickly at the same time.

Seeing this scene, Wang Yue didn't stop it, just watched quietly, he wanted to see what tricks this old guy could play.

It was just a few breaths later, Han Song had already flown to the top of the tornado, and at this moment the tornado had stopped fighting against the seal, and Han Song just stood at the top of the tornado, staring viciously at Wang Yue below.

Seeing that Wang Yue was still indifferent, Han Song secretly scolded in his heart: "Little thing, tell you to pretend to be calm again, and see how Lao Tzu will break your body into ten thousand pieces later!" ”

Seeing that Han Song was still playing cool in the air, Wang Yue was really a little impatient, waved the Kunwu knife casually, and asked loudly, "Little ghost, are you still fighting?" If you don't, I'll send you to see your old buddy. ”

"Imp?!"

When Han Song heard this, his anger that he couldn't hold back was suddenly ignited, and his pale pupils seemed to want to cut Wang Yue with a thousand knives.

However, Han Song also saw Wang Yue's extraordinaryness, and did not continue to entangle with Wang Yue too much verbally, but just snorted heavily, then closed his eyes, and began to recite the unknown mantra silently.

At the same time, his hands quickly formed one seal after another on his chest, looking extremely solemn.

With Han Song's movements, the violent suction force around him that was originally caused by the tornado stopped instantly, but the storm did not have the slightest intention of stopping, but became more and more condensed.

After silently reciting the mantra for about ten seconds, Han Song's eyes opened violently, his hands were slowly raised above his head, and he slowly shouted in an almost crazy tone: "Go ahead, crush all enemies, and let them know what Tianwei is!" ”

As if it had received some instructions, the tornado actually bent up from the middle and swept towards Wang Yue.

Seeing this scene, Wang Yue's eyes couldn't help but flash slightly, and he said to himself, "Oh? Interesting. ”

Although this kind of method is still not worth mentioning in Wang Yue's eyes, it has already exceeded his estimate of Han Song, this kind of spell that is close to entering the product, there are indeed not many things that can be complained about, but so what?

"Hehe, in that case, then I'll have to put some effort into it."

As he spoke, Wang Yue slowly held the handle of the Kunwu knife with both hands, and his eyes became clear in an instant, without the slightest emotion.

Just when the tornado was about to engulf Wang Yue, Wang Yue's eyes suddenly froze, and the Kunwu knife in his hand suddenly slashed out, and he shouted softly in his mouth at the same time: "Hunger Knife Technique!" ”